The Shores Of My Dreams

Standing on the shores of my dreams
Where thoughts, like ships sail by.
And the waves of fantasy wash ashore,
Under starlit skies
Each idea ripples the sands
Making dunes at my feet,
And music is the breeze.
Nightmares are the stuff of storms,
Never far away
But a lover can still the tempest here,
And drive the ghosts away.
This beach I can never share
Save by ink and pen,
But every night I come to this sea
And gaze out upon the waves,
And dream of what might be.
Standing here I wonder
What shores in sleep you see.
And do your thoughts, like ships,
Sail by beneath that starlit sky?
I wish that we could meet some night,
Together upon this shore,
And share the music that is the breeze
And explore the midnight sea.